Dangerously In Love

COMPLETED. Georgia Brink had a wild past. She lived a dangerous life. She wanted out. Moving to Bane was supposed to be a new change for her. That was until she met Niall Horan. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get into the bad crowd. She promised herself she would be the good person she used to be. Will she keep her promises? Or will she fall for the badass, Niall Horan? ((first chapter to the sequel is up))

27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Niall’s POV

“I love you, Niall.” Georgia said. Her head was tilted up to mine and her green eyes stared deep into my blue ones. I couldn’t help the smile on my face. She was laughing and smiling and it was real. She was laughing on her own accord, it wasn’t forced nor was she trying to make us feel better. The softness of her skin made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I love her so so so much. It physically hurt to be this in love with her.

“I love you, Georgia.” I replied, my heart beating faster than ever as her green eyes turned to liquid. I kissed her cheek and unwrapped my arm from her shoulder. I honestly didn’t want to leave her but my heart was pounding so fast, it was unhealthy.

I walked into the kitchen where Mindy and Hanson disappeared to. They were stood behind the island, both of them cutting up vegetables. When I asked what we were eating, Mindy replied saying that we were having her famous beef casserole. I sat myself on the barstool in front of the island, watching them move around the kitchen without once bumping into each other or asking to hand over anything.

Mindy and Hanson have this weird yet astonishing connection. It’s like they didn’t have to talk to each other at all. All they had to was give each other a brief glance and the other would know exactly what to do. It was almost like the connection my mom and my dad had.

It’s still so surreal to know that my dad was the one who took Georgia, who’s master plan it was to take her. It’s still weird to know that he’s dead. My father is dead. He’s dead. Is it weird that I don’t feel much grief? I mean the man ruined my life as soon as my mom died. He forced me into Death Disciples. He practically forced me to kill Georgia today. Then he shot me. What kind of father would do that?

I think that’s why I don’t feel grief. I’m fueled with so much anger and rage. I’m so mad that he forced the worst in me even though he claimed to be helping me. I don’t see how that could help me. How could forcing me into a gang be good for me? Most fathers would try to stop it, to stop the same fate they put on themselves. But no, of course not. My father wanted nothing but for me to follow his footsteps.

Sure, at first I wanted to be part of it. It’s what every badass 13 year old wanted for themselves. To have the glory of drugs and guns and money. But being in a gang was so much more than that. You ruin your future, you put your life in a lot of danger and you have to give up almost everything that matters to you. It wasn’t until I was in the gang that I realised I had to sacrifice almost everything.

“What happened out there, Niall?” Hanson asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. He was currently cutting up some sort of meat whilst Mindy was at the stove.

“What?” I asked, forgetting the question already.

“What happened?” He asked again.

“Like to Georgia or today?” I asked, not really sure what to give him. Actually, i have no idea what happened to Georgia the past two weeks. All I know is that whenever someone asked she’d go into a very dark place and I don’t want to do that to her. So, I’m not going to ask her until she’s willing to tell me.

“Today.” He clarified. I’m pretty sure he knows that I don’t know what happened to Georgia. No one does except for James and Nixon, one of them already dead.

“Well, my dad’s dead.” I shrugged. Still no remorse or grief.

Mindy’s eyes widened at my statement and Hanson dropped his knife. Both their faces wore similar expressions of shock and pity. I don’t want pity, my dad was a bastard.

“Oh, Niall.” Mindy gasped. She abandoned her station at the stove and came to wrap her arms around my neck. I think it was the mother in her that made her do this gesture. I don’t know if I wanted to cry or not. All I know was that I would welcome any comfort i could get. It felt good to be comforted like this. I haven’t felt any real mother affection since my mom died. It somehow reduced the impact of my father’s death.

“How did it happen?” Hanson asked.

“My dad... He, uh, is the leader of my gang.” I started, I couldn’t recall whether I told them or not but from their shocked expressions I knew I didn’t tell them. “Yeah. And, uh, to be gang leader you had to kill the person you caed about the most. He killed his brother a few years ago. For a while he’s been wanting to hand the gang over to me. I guess when he found out about Georgia he wanted me to, um, kill h-her too.

“So he’s the main reason why Georgia was kidnapped. James was just a pawn in his plan. I don’t exactly know why he died because I was sort of unconscious but I do know that James killed him. I’m sorry. If i didn’t, i guess, love Georgia she wouldn’t have been gone for the past two weeks. I’m sorry. She definitely deserves better.” I told them.

“Look, son, I am sorry to find that your father was the one who took her. But I’m not at all sorry that you love Georgia. You shouldn’t either. You should feel blessed for loving her and whatever your father was thinking was messed up and cruel.” Hanson said, except he was pointing at me with a knife and i just couldn’t take what he said seriously. I felt like he was going to peg the knife at me.

“Uh, I’d believe that if you weren’t pointing the knife at me.” I blurted out still watching the knife. Hanson chuckled and sliced the meat on the chopping board.

“He’s right, Niall.” Mindy said. I was more scared about her answer. Mindy’s very protective of Georgia and all Mindy wants was the best for her. I was so sure I’m not the best for her. “Your father was wrong for using Georgia against you. But you should never feel sorry for loving someone. It’s your right and if someone wants to use that against you, their stupid for getting in the way of what you love. Also it’s not your decision on whether or not you’re good enough for Georgia nor is it mine. It’s Georgia’s decision and if she says she loves you, she truly does.”

The words that came from her mouth soothed my self-blame. She is right. Even though I know I shouldn’t have fallen in love with her and even though I knew the consequences, It’s Georgia’s choice. Not anyone else’s.

“You’re such a girl, Matt!” Jared stated as the both of them burst through the kitchen doors.

“Oh come on, Jared. Everyone has a little hopeless romantic in them.” Matt rolled his eyes as he walked to the fridge, completely oblivious to the three of us. We all watched them as they bickered around, walking around the kitchen like they owned the place.

“Matt, Jared.” Mindy adapted the mother tone and scolded the both of them. They both froze and turned on the friends-who-act-like-their-son charm and smiled at her.

“Yes?” They asked simultaneously.

Mindy rolled her eyes at the both of them. “Set up the stable, we’ll be eating there.” She thrusted a pile of plates to Matt and handed Jared the cutlery. The pair of them sighed and walked out of the back entrance, turning the backyard lights on.

The stable is this small yard house in their backyard. It has the features of a stable on the outside but on the inside it’s like a mini house minus the bedrooms. It’s got a small but not too crowded sitting room with two sofas, three bean bags and a plasma screen. A round dining table that could fit 10 people and a kitchen complete with a stove, oven, refrigerator and its own pantry. There was also an overhead floor with three mattresses for people. There was also an xbox, a wii, a playstation and a popcorn machine. There were also racks of dvds and shelves of books even though they already heaps inside the house.

“How are you feeling about your dad being dead?” Hanson asked once the boys left the room.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not feeling anything at the moment. I’m pretty mad at him so maybe that’s why I don’t feel sad.”

“Fair enough.” Hanson nodded. “I like the way you took control for Georgia out there.”

To be frank, it scared me each time she went into that frenzy. The dark, distant look in her a green eyes, the never ending flow of tears, the high pitched screaming and the violent shaking scared scares me half to death.

“I told you, didn’t I? That whenever she falls into the dark, you will be the one to bring her back.” Hanson had some sort of a smug smile on his lips and I had the urge to roll my eyes but I couldn’t. He did tell me and that’s exactly what I did.

“I love her, Hanson.” i said randomly. I felt like i had to tell them again because I told her for the first time today and I felt like i had to assure him that I really do love her. I love her with all my heart.

“I know, son.” His use of the noun made my heart sink a little. It sort of brings the reality of my dad actually dying. That he really is dead and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“What are you going to do now?” Mindy asked myself. I knew she meant with me being an orphan. Orphan... I really have no parents anymore.

“I’m 18 so I’m legally an adult. I’m hoping the house is left to me. I have a few hundred grand stashed away. I think I’ll be fine.” I said, hoping that my plan to have no plan does work out for me.

“What about college?” Mindy asked, stirring the pot.

“I don’t have enough money for any kind of tuition. I think i’m just going to go community college or something.” I answered.

“I’m friends with the chancellor of UCLA, I can get you in.” Hanson offered. My eyes widened. He would do that? “It’s Georgia’s dream to go to UCLA anyway.”

I almost choked. i never actually thought about life beyond high school. I thought I’d never be able to go further into the future because I wasn’t sure if I would be alive by then. Tacky, I know but it’s just how I’ve always thought. I never thought beyond high school let alone college. So I never thought about me and Georgia in college together. I haven’t even thought about graduation or finals.

When he left, Mindy spoke up. “You should take what Hanson offered. It’s for your future, Niall.” And with that she took out the pot of her beef casserole to the stable.

I didn’t have time to think before the door burst open to reveal Violet sniffing the air with the rest of the girls behind her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the back door. “I smell Mindy’s cooking.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “dinner’s in the stable.” I stood up from the bar stool and walked straight to Georgia’s side. Her face lit up almost immediately and it made me feel really great.

“Welcome home, Georgia.” I winked and kissed her cheek. She giggled and the both of us walked outside.

Maybe I will take what Hanson offered.

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Georgia’s POV

I skipped a week of school, not being able to muster up the courage of the oblivious people. I’m not at all mad at the fact that they didn’t tell anyone but I just didn’t want to handle the questions of “how was Oregon?” yet. So my parents and Niall spent the week taking care of me. Not taking care per se but just cheering me up whenever I go into the dark.

Niall hasn’t left my side once. He even lives in the Stable but I’m pretty sure that has more to do with the fact that both of his parents are dead and he doesn’t want to stay in his empty house. Niall doesn’t talk about the death of his dad often. But whenever the subject of it was brought up, his eyes would flash red then it would turn to a hollow sadness then back to normal in a span of three seconds. He normally says something along the lines of, “my dad’s a bastard but he’s my dad” which always confused me because it never gave me an outline of what he feels exactly. But if he doesn’t want to talk about it, that’s fine with me.

I’ve had only three other attacks, not including the two on the day, and they were all in the first two days of being home. I’ve gotten better at keeping the memories down and I’ve also gotten better at not letting the memories overcome me. Whenever I could feel it coming, like when I remember a moment, I call out Niall’s name and he’s by my side in an instant. Whenever I feel his presence or hear his voice or feel his touch or even hear him breathing, i start to calm down.

My mom told me about the time her brother died. She used to have attacks like I did. sShe told me she’d have memories of him dying. My uncle died just after my parents got married through suicide. My mom watched him shoot himself. He said that he didn’t belong and the only reason why held on longer was so he could see his little sister get married. They were really close. Too bad he couldn’t see me grow up. My mom cried when she told me this story. She said that dad was the only one who could pull her out of her attacks like Niall did to me. She claimed him to be my soulmate. But frankly I don’t believe in soul mates. I just got very lucky in meeting Niall.

I still haven’t told anyone the full story yet. No one has asked me yet either. I think they’re all just waiting for me to muster up the courage to finally tell them all. I don’t think I can though. It still haunts me like crazy.

“Georgia, you ready?” Niall knocked on my door. It was now two weeks later, my first day back and it’s raining too. I only have a week left before it was Thanksgiving. I grabbed my black backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I adjusted my white knit sweater and pulled out the wrinkles in my black tights.

“Thanks.” I answered with a roll of my eyes. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt that said ‘school sucks’ with a white shirt peaking at the hemline, a pair of black pants and white shoes. I went on the tips of my toes and kissed his cheek.

I grabbed an apple on the way out, yelling a goodbye to my parents who were both at the dining table. They nodded their replies, still groggy at 7 in the morning. Niall did the same thing and we walked out into the rain.

I drove my Camaro to school with Niall in the passenger seat. We drove in silence, his hand holding mine. I was nervous for no reason. I guess it’s because everyone will think I was in Oregon when really I was kidnapped, I watched my boyfriend get shot and I watched my boyfriend’s father get shot.

I pulled into the parking lot, slowly creeping into Niall’s favourite parking spot. Niall pecked my cheek and got out of the car. I stayed a little longer, checking to see if I had everything and trying to catch my breath. I focused on evening my breathing out. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in. That got me to calm down. Just as I was about to get out of the car, Niall opened the door. His head bent into the car, watching me with careful blue eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go back home?” He asked immediately. I shook my head to answer both questions. i’m most definitely not okay but I most definitely do not want to go home. He sighed audibly but held his hand out. I took it and he helped my out of the car like the gentleman he is.

It was like a breath of fresh air. After freaking out about going back to school for a whole week and again this morning, I was relieved to see that everything was normal. I know have it in my head that everything will be okay and school wouldn’t be that bad. Even though I badly want to go back home and curl up into a ball, i know I can’t. I want to get into college and not miss out by an inch. I can’t afford to take another day off school.

Niall gave me a reassuring smile as we walked together to the front doors. I smiled at him as I locked my car from over my shoulder. We walked to my locker, people saying hi to the both of us.

“It’s so weird to be back.” I whispered as I grabbed my books out. Niall breathed a short laugh, leaning against the lockers beside me.

“You can say that again.” He muttered. His eyes watched the people in the hallways like they were foreign people. “Have these guys always been at this school?”

I searched the faces that were semi-familiar. “Uh, I guess. Haven’t you been at school?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I was sort of looking for my kidnapped girlfriend.” He answered sarcastically. I whacked his arm with my ancient history textbook. “Ow!” He almost shouted.

“Don’t be such a smart ass.” I scolded, putting the text book in front of me on the lower shelf while I searched for the other textbook I needed.

He laughed as he brought my head down to his lips and kissed my cheek. I made a disgusted noise and pushed him away, wiping my cheek. I scrunched my nose up. “Ew.” I joked.

I shut my locker and leaned against it to face Niall with my arm curled around my two textbooks. “You’re ugly.” i teased.

He rolled his eyes. “And you’re weird.”

I pushed at his shoulder. “You’re such an-” I cut my sentence short when I glanced over his shoulder.

Glancing over Niall’s shoulder was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. My eyes widened as I saw the familiar black curly hair moving down the hallway. His brown eyes connected with mine and his lips fell into a smirk. My heart thudded as he walked closer to me. I could feel my hands starting to tremble. His unwavering eyes didn’t let me look away from him. Seeing Aaron’s face caused nearly every memory to come back to me.

My throat closed in again as I watched Aaron’s legs move. All I could think was, great, this again. But all I could see was his face and his smirk and his hands touching me in ways I didn’t approve of. It horrified me and it made me furious that he can just walk around the halls like he didn’t do shit.

When I felt Niall’s hand on my cheek, I was finally able to look away from Aaron. I looked into Niall’s eyes and they look concerned. “Georgia, what’s wrong?”

“I, uh, I didn’t tell you this. But you know Aaron?” I asked him, nodding in Aaron’s direction without looking at him. Niall looked over his shoulder and back at me with a nod of his head. “He helped James kidnap me by feeding him information. And when I was kidnapped, he, um...” I couldn’t bring myself to finish my sentence. But by the looks of Niall’s face, I knew he had some idea.

“Did he rape you?” Niall growled. I shook my head and told him what Aaron did. Niall’s blue eyes flashed with anger and in one second he was away from me and in front of Aaron.

Niall seemed to tower over Aaron but he wasn’t any more than a few inches taller. His back was facing me so I couldn’t see what his face looked like but judging from Aaron’s eyes, Niall must look frightening. I watched as Aaron’s smirk grow after Niall said something to him. Niall pushed Aaron back and staggered slightly, regaining his feet and pushing Niall back. Niall lifted his arm to punch him but I quickly ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

“Don’t, Niall.” I whispered in his ear. Niall growled and slowly lowered his fist as he glared at Aaron.

“Hey, Georgia.” The familiar sarcasm and mock that laced his voice made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. “How was Oregon?”

“You’re a little bitch, Aaron. How dare you? Who gave you the right to do that to my girlfriend? You have issues! You’re sicko, Aaron!” Niall seethed. He was breathing heavily and his voice was dangerously low.

“Shit happens, Niall. Besides she deserved it.” His smirk grew bigger if it was even possible.

Niall punched Aaron so fast that I never saw his fist connect with Aaron’s face, all I felt was the lurch in his body then Aaron was on the floor holding his nose. I gasped as I saw the broken bone on Aaron’s nose. “You deserve a lot more than that.” Niall said calmly.

I grabbed Niall’s hand before he could do anything more and dragged him into an empty classroom. He was breathing heavily and his blue eyes were so angry. He paced back and forth and all I could do was watch him because I couldn’t think of anything that would make this situation better. I honestly thought that it was over but with Aaron at this school, it will never be over.

“He is such an asshole! i can’t believe he did that to you! I want to smash his face in so badly right now. I’ve never hated someone in my whole life.” Niall yelled. “I just want to...” He trailed off and kicked a chair over. He continued to move around the classroom while i stayed in the middle of it, watching him with my eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked after a while. He didn’t look like he had calmed down but I knew he needed an answer.

“I-I don’t know.” i answered, truthfully. “I guess I was so focused on forgetting about it that I didn’t want to talk about any part of it. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I just wished you told me.” He sighed. “I don’t want to see him again otherwise he’ll be dead.”

“No, I just want to forget about everything. I want to just...” I trailed off, sighing. My eyes started to go blurry with fresh tears and I buried my head in my hands. I felt Niall’s arms wrap around my shoulder and pull me into his chest. I hugged him back around the waist and silently cried into his chest.

“Shh.” He murmured. “I love you.”

I couldn’t say anything back. I just took in the comfort of his arms and his beating heart. I gave him a tight squeeze of my arms as if to say that I love him too. He kissed my hair and let go of me.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked.

“If I go home now, I won’t ever come back to school.” I stated and he chuckled. The bell went off and I separated myself from him. “I’ll see you in first period.”

He nodded his head and kissed my cheek, walking out of the back door. I walked out of the front and went to my homeroom class, praying to god that Aaron doesn’t show his face again and that this day would go by as normally as it could.